Director Zhou.
The Suzhou embroidery master.
The handcrafted cheongsams are priceless treasures; high society ladies and noblewomen scramble for them, with no regard for family ties, just to get their hands on one.
Jiang Yu was on good personal terms with Director Zhou, who gifted a cheongsam to Jiang Yu last month. The collar was embroidered with individual rabbit hairs, which Jiang Yu had carefully stored away in a special wardrobe, treasuring it so much that she had never even worn it.
"I only took one set of clothes, thinking that Master had plenty, so I casually picked one," Nan Jiaojiao explained in a soft voice.
"You're still making excuses!"
Jiang Yu turned her head and complained to Pei Dongshi, "Did you see that? She's still making excuses, she dares to make excuses!"
Pei Dongshi nodded in agreement, "Yes, she's making excuses."
"It's really maddening, and also—"
"Also?" Even Pei Dongshi couldn't hold back now, his voice involuntarily rising a bit.
